52!
Chosen few;
On this earth,
As written by the laws.
52!
Chosen few,
As seen afar;
Written for the benefit of the last genration.
The muse of life!
Let your speech always be with love;
For, we need the laws of peace than,
With the bullets of war.
The muse of life,
A lot is wrong with our genration!
This last generation;
And, with vain babblings from the mouths of those who are not ready for peace.
52!
To come out of the mouth of the lion;
Blessed,
The chosen few;
In the mist of the wolves pf this world who are not ready for the truth.
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